PARADISA LOST

[Sister is sitting in the middle of the lobby floor, playing with a children's toy On the floor in front of her is a light brite, upon which she is creating a masterpiece of what can only be described as 'softcore porn' with the little baubles.

The image seems to consist of a tentacle monster, with hair gel added for extra authenticity in certain parts of the picture. This is NOT an image that should be made in public for everyone to see. Her journal is open in front of her]

Fuck, I'm really good at this. I should totally try out for art school or some shit. I mean, if I can do this all day, it's not even fucking work, right?

HEY HEY, JOURNAL BITCHES! Come and see my motherfucking masterpiece. I think I'm gonna call it 'Sexy Night in Tokyo'.

Oh maaaay god, you guys! You didn't tell me it was singing day. I fucking LOVE singing day! I got music and everything ready for it! If anyone wants to put on the fake unicorn heads I got 'em in the lobby. I'll even lick your faaaaaace.

[So, she's starting up some raunchy music]

♪Back door cracked
We don't need a key
We get in for free
No VIP sleaze

Drink that Kool-Aid
Follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me ♫

[Sure enough, anyone entering the lobby will see her in a very skimpy ensemble, dancing in the sort of way that suggests she wants you to put dollars in her undies]

♪It's time to kill the lights
And shut the DJ down
(This place about to)
Tonight were taking over
No one's getting out

This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to blow
Blow
This place about to...

[Today, residents will find an add stuck in the journals. It looks like it's been written by a small child. But wait! It's Sister]



[She'll be sitting in the lobby, waiting hopefully. Girl's got to have a Sassy Gay Friend don't you know. Her journal is open beside her]

Oh man, I hope he takes me shopping and tells me when I look fat.

[[ooc: Journal or open in the lobby!]]

I've finally found all the shit to make space cakes.

So Hardison, New Guy and whoever else wants to do some motherfucking baking, get down to the kitchen and let's bake some CAKE.

[Hello, Paradisa. Guess who's back from the dead to lighten your day with swearing and substance abuse? That's right!]

MOTHER-FUCKER! That's the last time I go to that bitches party. That shit fucking hurt! And then there was all the spooky...

[Oh wait, she sees something]

A rave? FUCKING SWEET! Ohmygod, I've got to find my rave panties!

Holy cramwhistle, did you guys see that fricken ghost baby? It fricken exploded all over me like sparkledust out of a guy's pee-pee.

[...Wait. That came out wrong]

What the frick?

...

NO SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FICKEN FRICK IS FRICKETY FRICKEN GOING ON FRICKEN HERE?

...

Fricky frick? Spucket!

[[ooc: Loss started!]]

[Today, Sister is wandering around the castle and it's grounds. She's realised people are kissing, but because she has all the intelligence of a dead slug, she doesn't quite realise that it's because of the castle.

And so, she's walking up to people she deems 'hot' and kissing them. Because she thinks, hey, this must be a New Thing that everyone's doing. Of course she's not immune to the doves, so should she end up wanting to kiss someone she doesn't want to, well, that's just her bad luck, isn't it?]

[[ooc: Open for planned or unplanned kisses!]]

Hey, did anyone think to look for those missing people under the couch? I find ALL my lost shit there! Think about it. I totally bet they're just stuck to a quarter or something.

Or maybe they're at a gay bar.

...Gay bar, gay bar ♫

[Sister's journal is open, as she is prone to leave it, as she shifts around the messy hole that is her room. It picks up the sound of rustling packets and clinking bottles before;]

...Heeeey what's this?

[There's a pause as Sister investigates said item. It's the Tooth Powder she found in the Lost Room]

Oh fucking sweet, I needed a hit.

[There's another pause, longer this time as Sister goes about making a new concoction of doom. The silence is broken with a rather loud THUD, and lots of gargling.

And then all is silent as a thin puddle of drool appears on the journal's pages]

[Filtered away from all teachers, squealers and losers]

I can't believe we've been here for three days and there hasn't been any parties yet. You guys are the suckiest teenagers ever. I can score us booze if someone else can score a place to throw it. We have the dumbass Principal on our floor.

Maybe we can throw it on the same floor as the cool English teacher who's banging his student and shoots people?

[And thus, Sister has used up her braining quota of the month. It better have been worth it]